THE US Postal Service has now
agreed to forward my mail to me from the P O Box
in Indianapolis. But four months' mail is
missing. I remark to a mutual friend:
"Her friends will have to start telling her how
odd her behaviour has been."

Location for New Orleans found: They have a
conference room available and she gave me a
special price for $200.

Today, there are ten letters returned to our
mailbox. But an odd pattern has emerged. Today's
yellow stickers all say undeliverable,
and have no new address. Yesterday it was the
opposite: all the yellow stickers included the
new forwarding address. So somebody in the mail
pipeline is batching our returned mail,
according to whether a new address is provided
or not. I wonder who, but have my suspicions. I
speak with the local postmaster; she makes out
she cannot understand what I'm getting at. My
English ain't all that bad. I run the statistics
past her, and finally give up. I hope they've
learned that I don't like people playing games
with my mail. "They" have even been bouncing
mail addressed to me as undeliverable, although
it is correctly addressed to my box here.

Wednesday,
April 11, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

I ORDER five thousand postcard invitations
from the printers for the two US tours this
year. I have learned a new Polish phrase. "Nie
ma mowy" -- no way.

I WRITE Himmler during the day,
drafting the Dollfuss assassination episode. The
day the Brownshirts cynically hung their SS
comrades out to dry, to coin an Americanism.

12:43 p.m I email to Jaenelle:
"Dear Snowdrop: yesterday and today the
mailbox here has items like those enclosed
[four or five envelopes addressed to me,
forwarded from our Indianapolis
mailbox]. The US postal service has
helpfully ignored your rather illegible
instructions and sent them to me. . .
When I knew you, you were always a lovely
person. Friends tell me you are not well. I do
hope that whatever bug has got into you soon
departs. You deserve happiness."

Out to Bobalu's on Big Coppitt Key for supper
with Albert. Albert acted-up as usual, chirping
in Russian to Mna., the Pole, which of course
she hated, and singing lustily both over supper
and on the way back. I have just a bowl of crab
soup, while he has his usual three course
meal.

Sunday,
April 15, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

SOMEBODY asks for full details of the Chicago
dinner. I reply bluntly: "Well the first thing
to do is drop the anonymity and apply. Spending
ten seconds at http://www.fpp.co.uk/apply
is a good start."

In the evening, at Mna.'s suggestion, we go
with Albert to Benihana, an Asian restaurant on
the Atlantic side of Key West, for supper; it is
excruciating, noisy, pretentious, and expensive,
and I do not ever want to go there again. (The
last time I went was with Albert and Jaenelle.
The wait was so long I got up and stalked out,
walked to the airport and took a cab home. I
suppose bad-tempered scenes like that eventually
got under her skin.)

Mna. inevitably liked the place. I am doomed.
The chef (from Iowa) flirted with her
throughout, and she ate sushi. Yuk and Yuk.

H
H-T's change of heart on renting his apartment
to us has depressed me. The uncertain future
returns.

Photo:
Jaenelle's successor, working on the mailout from Key West

Tuesday,
April 17, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

I DEAL with inquiries on
our Facebook fan page, which I have today
reactivated with Mna.'s eager help. Her first
step is to change the password to stop further
meddling by [outsiders].

David Hunsicker asks:

I was wondering if you could tell me the
real reason King Edward VIII gave up his crown.
I never believed it was for the love of a
woman.That is to romantic for real life I know
there is something else to it.

There
are some intriguing mysteries about how
Wallis Simpson was used for the seduction of
the King, and who was behind it. In 1936 the
new King Edward VIII was noticeably
pro-Hitler. In August1941, and no longer
king, he secretly asked Berlin from exile
whether the time had come for him to return
to Europe and take over the British throne. I
found his message in German files which the
British and American troops in 1944-1945 had
failed to find and destroy, despite orders to
that effect from General Dwight D
Eisenhower.

Gabriel Acunadoda comments:

Mr Irving, thanks for all the books that
you give us at your official web page, thanks
for the info you give to the world, thanks for
your great career as a Real Historian, from
Mexico.

--
And thank you for your kind words. Unlike any
other historian, I have a policy of giving my
books free as PDFs to poorer countries, but I
do need people to buy the books too, at
http://www.irvingbooks.com/

I email to Jessica in England: "I hope you're
revising. Mna. is just reviving my dead Facebook
page. She is very good. She says
everybody uses Facebook. - Daddy."

I spend all day harvesting addresses from old
application-lists for tours. Deadly work, but
worth it in the long run. The 2008 list is
almost unharvested, and contains hundreds of new
addresses. Sigh.

I'm
still looking for your [Uprising]
files but without success. I wrote an email
to Osteuropa-Studien der Universitäten
Bern und Fribourg, the new name of
Schweizerische Osteuropa Institut in Berne
where Peter Gozstonyi worked. They
answer me that they do not have any of David
Irving's files. Then I called the Gozstonyi
family at Bern: a woman (the daughter?) told
me that all files and works of Gozstonyi
after his death were donated to "Staatsarchiv
of Budapest".

I
asked the two most important Archives of
Budapest if they have the Irving's files but
the answer was "Not". So, I will call again
the Gozstonyi family in Bern to have more
details about the "Staatsarchiv of Budapest"
but until now anybody answers the phone. I'll
try again.

[He had told me earlier: "I read in
internet that Peter Gosztonyi died in 1999 but
I'm looking for your research files, anyway." I
had replied: "I am sorry to hear that. The files
should be in the archives of the Deutsches
Ost-Europa Institute, of whatever its name was.
If they moved, please tell me. I later regretted
giving the files to him."]

I now write back to him: "Well that is very
distressing. I had assumed that the files
[on the Hungarian Uprising of
1956] would always be safe in an
official archives like that. They were very
voluminous, the results of three years of
interviews and research in archives. Unusually,
I did not have them microfilmed before I drove
them down to Switzerland for the Gosztonyi
archives. I would be very surprised if that
institute gave them away. They may still be
there under a different identity. Please keep
looking."

ONLINE bookings are now trickling in very
slowly. Nothing like the 2008 rate however.

I ask Jessica, who is in London: "When is
your next driving lesson?" Tomorrow. "Great.
Keep it up. The Skoda will soon be yours, and
. . . the Rolls." I have yet to sit in
the latter; eight years older than Mna., the old
girl is still at the works being renovated.

7:50 p.m Giuseppe Lian wrote: "Dear Mr.
Irving, I'm still looking for your files, of
course! One question: do you remember who was
present when you gave your files to Mr.
Gozstonyi? His wife, his daughter, his son or
anyone? Should be very important to know who
was."

I find I have a diary page for the day I gave
the Uprising files to Peter Gosztonyi's
archives. To my surprise it turns out that I
gave the files to his Institute, and did not see
Gosztony in person. My memory is very wrong
therefore.

October
23, 1981Geneva
-- Berne - Basel

ROSE
at eight am, decided not to go running.
Katie drove us at 110 mph [in my
Rolls-Royce] to Berne. In view
of yesterday's disaster in the
afternoon at Geneva . . . I
think I am going to twist her arm. We
took a wrong turning on the autobahn
and went 100 kilometers down the wrong
branch towards Bex, arriving therefore
at Berne at 12:45 pm, too late to see
Dr Peter Gosztonyi. I donated
all my Uprising files to his
Schweizer Osteuropa Institut,
then Katie went shopping,
. . . and we continued to
Basel.

Around
two pm I drove over to the Institut and
left the files. He had waited until
12:35 pm for us. Three pm we left for
Basel, arriving at five pm exactly.
Difficulty finding [Rolf
Hochhuth's house in]
Spalentorweg, ending up with me trying
to drive the Rolls across a fairground
among increasingly narrow aisles of
stalls and stallholders. Dana
[Hochhuth] was pleasant, or
rather gracious, showing a slight
aloofness toward Katie which melted in
the course of the evening. .
.

Rolf
got tickets for the ballet for us at
eight pm, and accompanied us there in
the tram. The ballet was La Fille
Malgardee and well
performed. . . Rolf was in
good form and we had a riotous evening,
Dana speaking some English. Rolf
collected us from the Ballet around ten
pm and we walked back through Old
Basel. At one point he stopped, pointed
to a narrow shopfront and said,
"Schau mal, so eng wie eine Rolle
Klopapier!" Typical Rolf:
schlagfertig. I stayed talking
with Rolf until three am.

Photo:
Rolf Hochhuth thirty years later in
2012, the Grand Old Man of German
Theater, and despite everything
still a loyal friend

Katie was an American starlet with the
stage-name Katie O'Shea, whom I have not
seen since 1982. We called her Katie O'Thief
later, but that is another story.

A FACEBOOK fan puts a lengthy slew of stuff on
our fan page which he says are my views. Most
are not. He concludes: "Mr. Irving may possibly
change his mind but if so does he does it for
the reason he became the Historian he is: -
Because he found the evidence that has been
hidden all these years."

ANSWER:
Yes, but please do not put words into my
mouth! Nobody can do that for me. I cannot be
bought, and I refuse to be bought off. I will
summarize my views on what is called The
Holocaust when my book on Heinrich Himmler is
complete, based on records from the Moscow
archives and around the world, and on
statements out of the mouths of those members
of Hitler's private staff whom I was
privileged to meet and interview. Incidentally, for the
curious: I am carrying a small tuft of
Hitler's hair with me -- two broadcasting
companies have asked for a few strands to
carry out DNA tests -- and you can see it if
you hear me speak on my coming tour:
http://www.focal.org/speaks.

A second fan asks: Does anyone know if Hitler
knew how to drive a car? A lot of people who
lived during the same period (like Albert
Einstein) never learned how to drive.

ANSWER:
Yes, like Himmler he learned to drive.
Himmler drove (crazily) a very early BMW car,
the Dixie, based on an English Austin design.
Hitler
was indeed stopped for speeding before he
came to
power,
which was unusual as both he and Himmler were
very against speeding: Himmler disciplined SS
men caught speeding, and put them in his
well-known correctional institutions, while
Hitler had a tachometer (UK: speedometer)
installed on the back seat of his limo so he
could check what speed his chauffeur Erich
Kempka was doing. So: a back seat driver
too.

Supper at the Rusty Anchor with Albert. We
return to find Mna. sulking as she had not been
able to get into the house to work. Yet another
difficult woman.

Thursday,
April 19, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

LEON
L. writes from Israel about the actions of
that Parish priest in Austria who has sumamrily
removed the gravestone marking where Hitler's
parents lie:

Only
a few minutes ago I read that the gravestone
of this good woman, of this wonderful
expression, has been removed. You cannot
imagine, Mr. Irving, how much I love this
woman. I'm speaking very seriously. I'm
keeping her picture in my bedroom for many
years. What an amazing face. When I looked at
the picture and saw only the tree I wanted to
cry. It is so sad. How dare they did such a
terrible and cruel deed? It's so cruel to do
such a thing. I only hope that the gravestone
shall return. I hope someone will do
something and bring it back. . . I love this
woman without any connection to her son. Look
at that wonderful face.

Eleven a.m. I have a ten minute visual
"dazzles" attack like on the road to Barcelona
with Jaenelle two years ago. It starts in my
blind spot and then spreads, heavily pixellating
my vision before melting away twenty five
minutes later.

I
am glad to read that you are still
writing. . . I don't mean to be
rude or waste your time and you don't have to
reply if it is too personal of a question but
I was curious; in my World War 2 class in
college I brought your book Hitler's War to
class as a reference, as it is overflowing
with information and insight to the German
situation before and during the war.

During
class one day my instructor brought up a
lawsuit you had had with a woman. He had said
it was a case you had brought against her but
I thought I remembered reading somewhere once
that this was a counter-suit to a case that
she had brought against you. Again I don't
mean to be too forward I was just wondering
what the truth was.

I
am a big fan; you are an inspiration to me. I
am German; my Grandfather moved to the U.S.
after the war and it is hard to go through
school and learn history with Germans being
dehumanized and demonized by most media
sources. I try to share the
knowledge and facts from your
books
with as many people as I can.

I reply: "Yes: in 1996, fed up with the
avalanche of slime generated by Jewish and other
authors against me [see below, Oklahoma
City], I sued one of them in defamation
in England. She came to the trial in 2000 armed
with an army of expensive lawyers and witnesses
she had paid up to half a million dollars each,
to give their neutral opinion about my worth.
Hmmm. Stephen Spielberget al. put
up the money [and lost thirteen million
dollars of it in legal costs]. I will do
it again if necessary.

I
have booked in Carmel, northern Indy, for May
5-7, and will ask Charles M to meet me
there.

2.
Can you write diffidently to Little Angel and
ask if we have a Marriott Rewards number? My
existing number no longer works. I have the
Hilton Honors number. Any other such numbers
she may have which will be of use too,
please.

3.
Bookings very, very, very slow. It is
depressing, this Depression.

B
writes me: "Jaenelle once told me you had a lot
of people turn out in Atlanta. I hope you can
duplicate that this Summer. She was special.
Beautiful, intelligent, and so politically
savvy. A rare combination in a woman. Do you
have a new assistant for the upcoming road
trip?"

Yes, I reply, an eastern European
(left), same age as Jaenelle when she
started, and otherwise not dissimilar.

I go up to Bobalu's on Big Coppitt Key for a
bowl of crab soup with Albert. Back at
ten-twenty p.m. A quiet, quiet day.

L cites Wikipedia as his source. I reply:
"Milch himself told me that it is an invention."
And as for giving Göring the credit:
"Wikipedia as a source? Shame on you! Lueger
came first. Maria Theresia even before him."

"However, it is interesting Milch told you
that," L. presses. "Did you ask him if he really
did have a Jewish father or grandfather ? but
this is so widely known, it appears widely."

I reply acidly: "The Holocaust is also
'widely known' yet people still challenge the
details. 'Widely known' would not stand up in
court."

Unfortunately my verbatim transcripts of my
taped 1968 interviews with Field Marshal Erhard
Milch are not in the Institut für
Zeitgeschichte archives. I hope I still have
them in my storage unit in the UK. Yes, I asked
Milch in detail and he gave me a full
off-the-record account of his parentage. His
legal father Anton Milch was Jewish and
is buried in a Jewish cemetary in Breslau. The
late Prof Klaus Herrmann researched that
in detail with my help. Milch's real biological
father (and the father of all his siblings too)
was his uncle Carl Bräuer.

Mna. asks me to comment on two Facebook
items:

Dani
Taylor writes mentioning the 1995 Oklahoma
City bombing.

ANSWER:
Funny you should mention the Oklahoma City
bombings. The Jewish Telegraph Agency
circulated a report a few days later alleging
that I had supplied Timothy McVeigh
with "the trigger mechanism" used in the
bombing! I did not of course. I would not
know which aisle of K-Mart or Home Depot to
ask for them in. The story had been invented
by Antony
Lerman of the Institute of Jewish Affairs
in London (left). Not much you can do
under US Law about such nasty libels,
unfortunately. McVeigh's attorney wrote me
apologizing for having believed it. See my
website file on this smear at
http://www.fpp.co.uk/BoD/Oklahoma.

Abdullah Saleem: What about a similar
tour in Middle east? why not come to aljazeera
tv for interview, just like the one in 2002 - I
guess?

ANSWER:
I occasionally speak my mind on Iranian
television. But even that is taking a risk
nowadays. The logistical problems of speaking
in the Middle East are formidable. It would
need a very solid financial backer, and the
Arab world is not well known for that.

On my return I find this inquiry from an
eighth grader, Brittni Tran, doing a
research paper on Holocaust Denial. "I wanted to
get the other point of view on the Holocaust. I
would really appreciate it if you could email me
back about why you think the Holocaust is a Hoax
made up by the Jews. My project is due on May 17
and I want to make it very good and have
different people's thoughts about the Myth of
the Holocaust. Please email me back so I can get
your opinion!"

First,
you are right to ask around to get different
viewpoints. But it will win you few friends,
and a lot of enemies.

Second,
I am not a Holocaust denier, whatever that
is. I am a partial Holocaust sceptic, and
definitely a non-conformist.

You
will find that other historians like to
conform: they swim with the tide. (Nobody
ever got imprisoned for swimming with the
tide.) But I have always said you have only
the one life, and it behoves you to use it
properly. As an historian, you find out
perhaps too late in your career, that you
have already passed a vital crossroads in
your life: one signpost points to "Big
Money," and the other to "The Whole Truth."
[...] [...] [...]
*

Notice
by the way that although I have repeatedly
stated the above, and have published the
documents on my website (e.g. at
http://www.fpp.co.uk/Auschwitz ) you and
school pupils around the world are told that
I am a Holocaust Denier. The big money is on
their side, and it is useless, and hopeless,
to argue against them. But the truth remains
on my side, and stays here.

I
have written the above especially for you
Brittni, and it is dedicated to you, as you
were fair enough to contact me, and ask. I
wish you well in your life. When you reach
that crossroads, the one I mention above,
decide for yourself, and make sure you take
the right turning.

There
is something fascinating about the memoirs of
the servants or confidants of great
dictators. They allow us to see raw power
close up, and to thrill to its horror.
Personally, I can never resist a book with
the title I Was X's Y, where X was a dictator
and Y was his maid, secretary, or chauffeur.
[..]

Hitler's
doctor, Theodor Morell, kept a secret diary in
which he recorded his master's manifold symptoms
and his unconventional treatment of them (he was
known sarcastically as the chief Reich injection
officer) -- treatment which is thought by many
to have hastened Hitler's physical
deterioration. Once in US captivity, Morell
himself claimed to have applied such treatment
precisely for that end; but then he would,
wouldn't he?

I reply to R.: "Thanks; pity they never give
credit for the person who found those Morell
diaries (above right) and spent two years
transcribing and commenting them."

Fortunately, bookings are picking up very
well now.

THE tenant at the rear cottage here, B., who is
one of us, cooks supper this evening; A salmon
fillet and a steak, both very good. Albert holds
forth and relates some very funny episodes. Then
conversation turns to Jaenelle, and it turns out
that B. knew her.

E., his New York ballet dancer fiancée
of four years, listens silently with a look on
her face I recognize. He tells of an episode at
the Nashville meeting of the CMS on October 30
last year. In the lobby afterwards a gaggle of
city-suited attendees discussed where to go, and
they decided on Jaenelle's advice to go to a
street downtown where there is a strip of bars.
B. suggested Jaenelle come with them. I am about
to interject that she does not drink, but he is
already quoting her reply: "I'll go -- if you
pay me."

What did that mean, he asked her. "I can help
you to find other women." Miss E. glares again.
At which point Albert suggests that talk about
the Little Angel cease. I make my usual fond
remarks about her, and how I hope she has done
well and settled down somewhere. The CMS is a
members-only function, and not even wives are
allowed in.

Wednesday,
April 25, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

SUPPER
at the Rusty Anchor. I find Mna. camped outside
the apartment when I return, but just leaving
for a boat party. I didn't know boats threw
parties.

My bookstore manager tells me that she has
written to a customer:

I
understand that you have received two copies
of Apocalypse 1945. Don't bother
sending the book back, just keep it as a
gift.

I chide her: "Better would be: 'We are
pleased to invite you to retain the second book
as a personal gift with Mr Irving's
compliments. . .,' etc. That is less
standoffish than "don't bother sending."

Friday,
April 27, 2012Key
West, Florida (USA)

EMAILS at 7:51 a.m. John
L. of Finchley writes about Jonathan Bowden,
whose death was just announced: "David, it's
very saddening news that you bring of
Jonathan Bowden's death. He was by far
the best public speaker I have heard. I only saw
Jonathan once, at your last garden party, and
didn't get the chance to engage in conversation.
On hearing his recent speeches recorded in the
US, I noticed that the typical power and jagged
intonations in Jonathan's oratory were absent
and wondered if his health had declined, or age
was catching up.

I reply: "It took four weeks for the word of
his death (on March 29) to come out. It was such
a pleasure listening to him, a gifted orator,
the facts all at his finger tips. I heard him
for the first time only about four years ago,
and I was settling in, expecting to hear many
more talks by him." I add: "My own health here
is well: I never smoked, don't drink, and am
trying to keep the weight down. There's
something in American food, perhaps the hormones
injected into cattle, which militates against
the latter however."

I
have found your website and decided to write
a letter to express my gratitude.

In
1971 when I was 14 years old my uncle
(veteran of the WWII) presented me Russian
translation of your book "The Destruction of
Convoy PQ.17". I was much impressed by it.
Later I found "The Virus House" in district
library in Russian too. That book generated
my interest to physics. Now I'm reading your
"Radical's Diary" with positive
interest.

Thank
you very much for the free access to your
books in pdf. I like your term "Real"
applying to the History. Your works produce
live impression like "live
music".

About
your polemic with conformist historians.
Soviet historian of Stalin's times Mikhail
Pokrovsky declared: "History is Politics
thrown into the Past". That is why so many
historians degenerate into
conformism.

Keep
your right line! And best wishes!

Sincerely
yours reader from Soviet Union -
Russia

I
send him a thank-you letter: "Dear Vladimir, I
am glad that you liked those two books,
PQ17 and Virusny Haz. In those
days (Soviet times) the authorities had no
permission to publish my books in Russian
translation, but at least they paid me: in
roubles, which I came to Moscow to spend in 1977
(right) and afterwards. Now, Russian
publishers still publish my books without our
permission, but without payment
too!"